March ‘22
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I’m on the sunlit side
Of your gaze, my
Faults blurred and hidden
By golden light.
I’m on the sunlit side
Of your gaze, your
Enchantress eye brings magic
And forgetfulness.
I’m on the sunlit side
Of your gaze, I blink in the unfamiliar
Brightness and sidle cautiously
Into your warmth.
I turn my eyes from
The coldness,
The shadows,
From anger and scorn,
My ability to disappoint and ruin things
Is cushioned and covered
With soft blankets and fallen blossom.
It is early spring, if we keep our eyes
From the eastern horizon,
If we light candles and brew coffee
Close the curtains at sunset,
The future could be hopeful, love.
I’m on the sunlit side
Of your gaze,
The sap is rising,
Summer races northward as the earth tilts,
I do not wish to
Think of winter today.